The thief obviously knew this area very well.
With a swift turn, he darted into the alley on the right.
Ling Li, while sprinting, casually took off his suit jacket and threw it aside.
"Brother Ling!"
Mu Anran, enduring the pain in her knee, chased after him.
This winding alley had three exits.
Mu Anran chased down two of the alleys only to find they were dead ends. Just as she was about to rush into the third fork, a dark shadow suddenly rushed towards her.
Mu Anran was slammed against the wall by the staggering shadow.
This shadow was none other than the thief who had stolen her backpack.
He ran back desperately, cursing as he went, "Damn, what miserable luck I have, running into someone who values money over life!"
Mu Anran felt a chill in her blood, and her pretty face instantly lost its color:
Values money over life?
"Brother Ling!"
Mu Anran turned and rushed back into the alley.
